>"I'm so sorry, An-on." she's gentle and concerned. I sigh and try to move through it. I don't feel the huge guilt but it's still unpleasant to have everyone have to be like this.
>"I'll live. You been well?" She nods
>"Mama took me out a while, insisting we spend some time together. Being that close to a tragedy spooked her." Nick chimes in
>"It's good to hear you have a caring family."
>Rosa looks a bit curiously at me
>"Did yours not-" she cuts herself off as she does the mental math. I sigh and just go ahead and air it out.
>"Yeah. Nothing from them."
>"I'm sorry..." she trails as a waiter approaches to take our orders. Realizing we'd spent the time speaking we quickly pick up the menus and order.
>"You really haven't spoken to them at all?" Rosa continues. It's a bit painful as she presses.
>"I don't live with them. Doctors said they called but didn't get a response. Phone's live so they could call at any time." I tap my pocket frustratedly.
>She's silent and deeply wounded. The mere idea of a cold family alien to her.
>Nick breaks it up. "Well now you know. He's doing quite a bit better, you should've seen him in the hospital." Rosa cringes at Nick.
>We're rescued from the awkward conversation by our meals, mostly light. We eat quietly and quickly. I kind of just want out of here. Just knowing Rosa is alive and not a broken mess like me was enough.
>Rosa starts the finishing conversation. "I'm glad you're okay. I was worried when you hadn't been to school. I prayed for you every day." I clench my jaw.
>"If you need anything you can call, okay An-on?" I nod at her and start to let it pass when she says something that absolutely boils my blood.
>"Fang's in a better place." This sets me off.
>"Is she?" Nick and Rosa both look at me as I just about spit out the words.